Chapter 60: Assassins! Assassin! (Two more begging for subscription!) )

"AC Milan's attack has become fierce and they are afraid of our counter-attack!"

Commentator Klausievich said nervously.

Although he was already ahead, he was still nervous in his heart.

The main thing is that AC Milan has mastered the rhythm of the game, and continues to push the attack, putting pressure on again and again.

Shepchenko began to display dangerous shots in the penalty area.

Although they have not been able to score so far, they are still extremely nervous.

This player, who is known as Ukraine's 'nuclear' warhead, is very capable.

The game continues.

After Dinamo Salegbo took a set-piece at the back, he immediately tried to counterattack on the touchline, but the wing was blocked.

Suker had no choice but to split the ball down the middle, and Modric received the ball and prepared to pass it back.

But at this moment, Gattuso suddenly appeared from the side and shoveled the ball out.

The ball happened to land in front of Kaka.

Kaka catches the ball and turns around in one go.

Faced with the sudden change, Vukojevic stepped forward and wanted to interfere with Kaka.

But Kakara flicked the ball across and immediately started to kick in, shaking off Vukojevic in an instant while looking up at the big penalty area.

"Be careful! Shepchenko! ”

The narrator, Klausievich, roared violently.

At this time, Boban on the side suddenly spoke up; "It should be careful of Inzaghi!"

At that moment, Kaka suddenly stuffed the ball into the gap at the backline.

Inzaghi, who had been stuck on the line of the penalty area, first ran sideways to open up the distance, and then went straight forward.

Assassin sword!

See blood seal your throat!

Inzaghi !! Single-handed!! ”

Inzaghi didn't have the speed to get forward with the ball, but he was in the right position to shoot straight away.

The ball rolls from the side towards the far corner.

Goalkeeper Grestucci struggled to take the ball, but it still slipped under his armpit and flew into the far corner.

In the 31st minute, AC Milan's sudden steal on the halfway line connected a counter-attack.

Inzaghi ghostly runs and scores a solo goal.

After the goal, Inzaghi rushed all the way to the corner, grabbed the corner cue and roared hard.

They equalised!!

It was a crucial goal.

Ancelotti on the sidelines also breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

For Dinamo Zagreb, Srna and Jairni looked at each other.

"My problem, I didn't notice him."

"I'm responsible, too!"

The two split the pot.

But to be honest, all their attention was drawn to Shepchenko, and who knew that Inzaghi would suddenly interject!

And the timing and angle of the forward insertion are just right.

The most important thing is that this is Inzaghi's first touch of the ball in this game!

The first touch of the ball was the goal.

Su Ke looked at the retreating Inzaghi and grinned slightly: "It's really a ghost assassin, a sword to seal his throat!" ”

"Luca! Luca! ”

Suke approached Modric with great interest.

In the latter's confused expression, Suke's eyes flashed.

"Pass me the ball! I can also step forward! ”

Inzaghi was an Assassin, right.

Suker also has the conditions of an assassin!

Modric frowned; 'Inzaghi rarely touches the ball and Shepchenko is attracting attention, which makes his presence diluted at the back.

"You need to touch the ball a lot, it's hard to get forward like he does!"

Suke was getting too much attention.

There's no way he can give up touching the ball in order to be Inzaghi.

Suke's eyes were still shining.

"Who said I was going to be like him!" Suke grinned; "We've never been a type!"

Modric blinked, and he suddenly said: "I understand!" ”

Sooke laughed; "Inzaghi is an assassin who sneaks in the night, Lao Tzu can also assassinate even if he is swaggering, don't worry about passing it on to me!"

"Understood!"

Modric immediately nodded.

Sooke ran back to the wing, and he moved slightly, already starting to feel excited.

Cafu noticed that Suke was staring at him, his eyes glowing.

It's like staring at a prey.

Suddenly, Cafu felt a chill hit him, and he couldn't help but shake his body, and his heart became even heavier.

Modric's eyes are blazing!

He thinks it's time for him to exert himself.

He couldn't stay behind Suker and let Suke take on all the offensive pressure.

They are a team!

As a striker, Suker's task should be to score goals, not drop back into the playmaker.

In Modric's stubbornness, any retreat of a striker is an indication of incompetence in the midfield!

He had to make a difference.

Whether it's Andrea Pirlo or Zinedine Zidane, he'll need to put in enough performance to be out of the game, but he'll also be able to deliver a through ball that can be cut forward for Suker.

"Can Lukka do it?"

Mandzukic asked worriedly.

Suke glanced at Mandzukic.

"What is it that arrogant mentality that makes you start questioning Luca?"

Mandzukic grinned: "I just think that his task should be the playmaking point in the backfield, and the pressure is too great, and it is Pirlo on the other side!" ”

Suke laughed; "Don't worry, Lukka can do it."

Mandzukic sighed, "I hope so. ”

AC Milan equalised thanks to Inzaghi's ghostly run.

Meanwhile, Dinamo Zagreb restarted the game.

'It's a bit bad and Dinamo Zagreb is pressed down in midfield.

Commentator Klausievic watched Pirlo's continuous playmaking and Kaka's retreat, and AC Milan began to stride forward.

"Where's Suke?" Klaušivić began to look for Suke: "He should retreat to help Luka. ”

Klašiwicz caught Suke's figure.

At this time, Sukka was in the rib area between the central defender and the full-back, constantly cruising up and down, without the slightest intention of retreating to help.

On the contrary, Mandzukic began to retreat frequently, helping Modric solve the problem of organizing and advancing.

Suker took another step and got stuck at the backline.

Cafu took the opportunity to post it.

Cafu looked ahead at the situation and kept his eyes on Suke.

Su Ke also knew that Cafu had been staring at him, so he pretended to retreat, and sure enough, Cafu immediately posted it.

It wasn't until Suker had no intention of retreating that Cafu returned to his defensive position.

"Sooke is being targeted!"

Becic pursed his lips.

Kleiman, the assistant coach on the side, said nervously; "But Suke isn't that easy to watch!"

Even if it's staring?

The moment he activated, Suker was able to shake off his position.

However, Cafu is also very experienced, and his distance from Nesta has remained close to each other.

As soon as Suke wanted to step forward, they immediately closed the door.

In the AC Milan coach's bench, Ancelotti looked at Suker's position and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This position, this is the meaning of to be inserted forward.

However, they are prepared for it and Filippo has trained their backline hard.

Therefore, they should have some immunity to Suke's forward insertion.

At least not so careless!

Just like now, Cafu and Nesta are always keeping an eye on Suker, and once they are targeted, it will be difficult for such forwards to make movements.

Meanwhile, in the midfield area, Dinamo Zagreb's players pressed hard.

"Rakitic leaned in!"

"Retreat! Drawdown! ”

"They've shifted!"

"Lukka on top!"

Srna constantly commanded the defense with loud commands.

At the same time, he is also keeping an eye on the movement of AC Milan's forward line, especially Shepchenko.

Despite Inzaghi's goal, it was the physical, Ukrainian striker who was the biggest headache for Dinamo Zagreb.

Suddenly, Modric strode and grabbed Kaka.

Kaka subconsciously turned to protect the ball, but at the same time, Rakitic also struggled to retreat and poked the ball out.

"Beautiful!"

Vukojevic yelled and he re-passed the ball to Modric, who ran into space.

"Steal! Dinamo Zagreb's chances, who is Modric going to pass to? ”

Luka Modric strides forward.

His answer was. No one will pass it on!

Luka Modric dribbled quickly along the central axis, and Mandzukic and Valjevic were stuck at the back.

"Look at your own people." Maldini roared, and then shouted; "Ivan!"

"I'm coming!"

Gattuso tackles directly from the side, which is well timed and pressed down on the balls of his feet, with a standard tackle action.

But at this moment, Modric stepped on the ball with his left foot, and his body naturally turned and pulled back.

"Marseille Roundabout!! Zidane's fame stunt!! ”

Croatian commentator Klausievic yelled.

Modric's brilliant Marseille maneuver evaded Gattuso's defence.

"Damn it!"

AC Milan central defender Stam cursed and turned his head and shouted: "He's going to stuff the ball!" ”

Sure enough, Modric stuffed the ball.

He slid the ball diagonally between the two centre-backs.

"Watched!"

Cafu and Nesta took the opportunity to close the door, directly blocking Suke's forward passage from the rib area.

But to their dismay, Suke didn't move at all.

After Cafu and Nesta crossed the gate, Suke twisted his foot and spared it directly from the side.

"Damn it"

Cafu scolded angrily and turned around to stretch out his hand.

But at the moment when the soles of Suke's feet slammed into the ground, they shot out like arrows from the string.

Sucre! It's running!

"Suke!!! ——”

Klašiwicz snapped up, his voice a little shrill under the overexcitement.

"Run!!"

Suke's feet were swift, and his speed was like a blast of wind.

The sound of the wind whistling in my ears is beside me.

The black hair was blown up and flipped backwards.

At this moment, penetrated the back line of AC Milan!

Yes!

He has the consciousness of Inzaghi!

He has the same great forward penetration!

But if you take me for Inzaghi, you deserve it!

He was never Inzaghi!

He was not a ghostly assassin.

He doesn't need to run!

Because, he has decisive speed and explosiveness!

Sprint!

Whew!!

Su Ke's speed was extremely fast, and he opened up with Cafu in an instant.

At the same time, he picked up the ball and slammed towards the penalty area.

"I'll restrict! Don't be in a hurry! ”

Nesta quickly followed.

As Suker approached the left-hand post, he made a sudden halt and then slammed his foot to pull himself out of position with his explosive power again.

"What the fuck is this speed!"

Nesta cursed in his heart and immediately turned to chase after him.

There is a gap of half a position between the two.

At this time, Su Ke had already run to the vicinity of the sharp corner of the small penalty area, and he was still facing the bottom line head-on.

"Don't let him get on his feet!"

Stamm reminded his partner loudly.

Nesta also looked at Suke stubbornly.

But in the next second, he saw Su Ke's right calf swinging slightly.

A white light flashed in front of me!

Swish!!

Nesta subconsciously turned her head.

He saw the ball go into the net.

"Scored a goal?"

Nesta was stunned.

How did you get in?

He didn't shoot at goal!

But the furious cheers of the Sallegb Dinamo fans in attendance had already told them that it was a definite goal.

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

"Goal!! Sucre!!!! ”

"Hidden toe poke!! Oh, God!! He still has this kind of shooting skills!! It's just amazing!! ”

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